In a continuum

The last rays of sunset
run down my palm
bequeathing the cages
of ashen blue skies and deep disquiet
of mossy green waters-
melting amid sacred lines
marking conflict, pain, love and life,
flowing like lava pursued by strange anxieties.

Incessant ringing of temple bells,
voices of a child fleeing the square confines-
humming of a hive, then silence.